Bekah Halle

Bekah Halle Oct 5

Is poetry found in our blood
or squeezed out in sweat and tears?
Is it a talent that only the fortunate
get? Or liberation of our fears?
Can one hone it with practice,
Or give up now and change gears?
Then, is poetry for the anxious
perfectionist that nitpicks through the tears?
Maybe it's for the one,
Who is curious, observes and leers?
If it were just talent, then I'd be overlooked
And if it was sheer hard work, I'd lax my jeers
Because I lack the patience.
For me, the Spirit of creativity shoots out words like spears.

Bekah Halle Oct 4

pearls draped lavishly

I was not born of this time,
The 1920s are more me.
The swinging, the fast feet bopping over mine,
Maybe not the cigarettes, but G&T's,
Most certainly. My curls break line
and make chaos look magical glee.
I'd wear pearls draped lavishly fine,
And I'd stay up til early.

#pearls #1920

Bekah Halle Oct 3

JEALOUSY'S SONG

Jealousy is but a poison's curse
that leaves you nothing
but disappointment to rehearse,
over and over; self-loathing.

Bekah Halle Oct 3

DiSTILLary

Wandering far in disillusionment,
To the desert of my soul;
Crying out in hoarse bereavement,
But is it time to take off the cloak of mourning?
And ready my voice for a strong testament...

Bekah Halle Oct 2

Noise

Doubt, fear, and insecurity subside into apathy,
And the ink dries with those dark lies.

#noise #doubt #fear #insecurity

Bekah Halle Oct 1

In due course

I’ve fought hard to get back to work,
But the real work I needed to do,
Was tend to the grief, deep inside.
There’s no job description for this role,
But there are tasks to complete.
Strategising won’t help,
But being brave will keep,
And giving in to just being there…
With the pain,
With the numbness, and grief;
the overwhelming ache,
For new life to come.

Bekah Halle Sep 30

Life in grey

Black and white was my modus operandi;
Clothes, shoes, people, thoughts and religion.
But then my perceptions became distorted in pursuit of perfection;
Trying to avoid anxiety, depression and feelings of inadequacy.
I arranged myself: straight-jacketed, restricted, a life half lived.
My vision is clearer now, despite being doubled, optical nerves damaged and my peripheral limited;
Seeing things not as black or white, but as grey.
In this strange way, my vision has become more enhanced, freer, nuanced
Grey is not bleak but the platform,
Being present is better than being perfect.

#grey